His body was cold against her, and she couldn’t care less.
She craved the pressure he gave her, pressing the ridge of his stiff cock against her needy pussy. She wouldn’t be surprised if the zipper burst.
The feel of his lips still on her, devouring her, had tingles exploding between her thighs. Destroying her, and she loved it. She was exactly where she wanted to be.
She ran her fingers through his short hair, winding them to the back of his head to pull him even closer.
He sat on the bed with her straddling his lap and took herhands, lowering them to his tight abdomen. When she glanced lower to where she wanted her hands to be, his chest rose and fell as fast as her own. “We need to stop, little fox. I want things from you that you might not be able to give me. I don’t want to be your Daddy just for now. I want to be your Daddy forever. I don’t know if you’re even ready to hear that, much less agree to it. The last thing I want right now is to hurt you even more.”
“You won’t hurt me.” She wanted to rub against him like a cat. Instead, she pressed her palms to his flushed cheeks. “You saved my life today. More important than that, you said you were my Daddy. Doesn’t that make me your Little girl? I hope so, because I want to be your forever babygirl. I want forever with you as my Daddy. So, please, don’t turn me away.”
His eyes flared at her words. “You wouldn’t have been in danger at all if it weren’t for me.”
“I’ve been in danger for six years. Today was scary, but knowing you were there changed everything. I knew with you there, I would be safe. My past was hard, but mostly because I had to deal with everything alone.”
She moved on quickly. No way did she want to wind up in a long conversation about the past six years of her life. Not when her lips were swollen in the most delicious way. What would it be like to do more than kiss?
“The only way you can hurt me now, Daddy, is by shutting me out. Please, let me take care of you like you always take care of me.”
What would it be like to just be able to live in the moment? To not have to worry about who was around the next corner, or that she’d slip up and say the wrong thing to the wrong person. Or to have a Daddy she could run to instead of running away. Most of all, she wanted to know what really being Trace’s Little would be like.
His gaze narrowed. He looked like a wolf stalking his prey. Had she gone too far? Her heart thundered when hegripped her chin and forced her to look at him. “Eyes to me, Foxy. If we do this, it means forever.”
Never taking her gaze from him, she nodded as he caressed her cheek with gentle fingers. “Forever, Daddy. I promise.”
His cock jumped, trying to escape the confines of his jeans. “You know you’re in trouble for going outside without your coat and boots, right?”
Her clit pulsed. “You know what they say, Daddy. Don’t threaten me with a good time.” She wiggled her pussy closer to his cock and rocked against him. He was huge.
His finger trailed down her neck and lower until it reached the swell of her breasts. At that point, her lungs refused to work. He kept his touch light, teasing her. Her nipples tightened to sharp points.
With a growl, he ran his hand under her sweater and over one hardened peak, raking over it and then pinching. Pleasure surged through her in molten waves, igniting every desperate, aching nerve. She cried out in both pain and pleasure.
He raked his teeth from the curve of her shoulder to her ear. “I don’t make threats, little fox,” he murmured. “I make promises. And the one thing I can promise you is that right now I can’t be soft and tender.”
“Sweet and tender is not what I need.” She wanted to feel alive. She wanted proof she wasn’t frail and breakable. She wanted him, just as he was. “No holding back, Daddy.”
“All right, babygirl. No holding back.” And with that, he pulled her sweater over her head.
Relaxing his fingers, he brushed his lips over her nipples through her bra, taking away the pain and leaving only pleasure. “I could have lost you today, Foxy. And yet here you are, promising me forever.”
His broad palm claimed the warm plane of her belly, fingers splaying possessively from hipbone to hipbone, branding everyinch of her skin with the heat of his touch. With a gentle push, he had her on her back on the mattress.
“Sometimes it takes an event like the one we just went through to make us realize the one person who is most important. You’re my person, Daddy.”
His brow furrowed in thought. “You’re my person, too, little fox. You’re the heart of me.”
The doubts that always plagued her reared their ugly heads. “There’s a lot about me you don’t know, Daddy.”
He didn’t bat an eye or hesitate even a second. “I know you, babygirl. And the things I don’t know, you can show me.” He lowered his body to cover her, bracing his weight on one elbow. “The truth is, I don’t care. It doesn’t matter what has happened in your past or who is chasing you. You’ve shown me who you are in here—” he tapped a finger on her chest right over her heart— “every day for six months. The rest, we’ll work out.”
She fought against the parts of her screaming that he didn’t know what he was talking about. Telling her to run away, disappear again, and start over. But not this time. This time, she fought against those voices and won. This time, her heart had decided to stay.
Her Daddy seemed to have overcome his struggle for control. Something inside wondered if she could make him lose it again, but in a different way. Could she make him lose control for her? Could she push him to take all that power and channel it into something much more pleasurable for both of them? To make the awful things that had happened disappear?
Only heroes take bullets for other people the way he had done for her. She had her own personal Superman fighting to make her safe. Now she wanted him so bad she could taste it. So, why not?
Without warning, she leaned up and caught his lower lip between her teeth. Wanting more, she sucked his lip into her mouth and nipped.
